I am fearful of change, of an uncertain future.
Suddenly, my childhood is fading fast with trips to the airport, whispers of engagements.
How we have jumped from being children to adults without transition...
The beauty of drawing with sidewalk chalk, of stargazing, of playing board games, of reading children's books is thankfully not yet drowned in this growing up nonsense. 
I still feel seven-years-old most of the time as the months left in my teenage years dwindle. 
When does that inner child die? When do making up nicknames and running around acting like dinosaurs become less hilarious? Where there is a country separating you? 
Within Jesus' call for us to have faith like children, is He also not pleading with us to retain the eyes of children? To see the world about us shrouded in lenses of joy and innocence? To love like children, quickly and without fear? To laugh like children, boundless and without end?
Whispers of Your graciousness and faithfulness abound.
спасибо
This is so pretty...I love you guys. And growing up sucks, but as long as we can continue to draw with crayons and chalk, then we can keep our childish ways and continue to have a childlike faith, because that's what God has called us to do.
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